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Thursday, June 5, 2008

July, by Phong & Johnson, both age 10


In my past life I was a table
I fed people rotten oatmeal
and rusty metal

In my past life I was a stick of chalk
I wrote math problems and sentences and
when I died I became dust

In my past life I was a germ
I would make people sick and
when they would cough
I would get angry and
throw garbage cans

In my next life I will be a cobra
I will bite people and live in the tall grass
and I will be king

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